mikeShriver

The vending machine ripped me off today. It alarms me how much this bothered me. I don’t normally buy from machines, but today, I was especially hungry, and therefore desperate. One dollar in, my selection made, but my delicious corn-based onion-themed snack remained lodged in the silver maw of commerce. I had to have this, so I broke a five at the coffee stand and threw more money at the problem, in order to push my previous bag within my ever-desperate reach. Of course, the second bag stuck, as well, and my impotent anger grew.

I gave up on the endeavor, the last the I wanted was 3 bags of Funyuns. Fuck, I didn’t really even want the first bag, it just seemed like the most appealing thing in there at the time. So, now I am out 2 dollars for 2 bags of shit snack-food that I didn’t want in the first place. And, I’m still hungry.

I call the number listed on the machine, and hang up as soon as the phone is answered. To my surprise a living human picked up the phone, and the last thing I want to do is interact with a human being. A machine was good enough to rip me off, can’t a machine be good enough to recompense me?